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WAY BEYOND MY YOUTHFUL YEARS
WHEN NOW IT SEEM SO AWFUL CLEAR
TO HAVE THE URGE SO LATE AT NIGHT
WHILE PRAYING FOR THE MORNING LIGHT
TOSSING, TURNING, SQUEEZING CHECK'S
CROSSING LEGS YOU CANT DEFEAT
SLIPPING, SLIDING, HOLDING FAST
THE PRESSURE BUILDS I HOPES IT GAS
KNOWING DARN WELL IT TIME TO GO
REACHING DOWN TO FIND MY CLOSE
TYING SHOES IN ONE GREAT KNOT
TRYING HARD NOT TO FORGET THE TROTS
WINDY, CLOUDY, NO MOON AT NIGHT
I HIT THE TRAIL, WITH THE OUTHOUSE IN SIGHT
GETTING CLOSER WITH BOTH FEET A SLIDING
I HOPE THAT CATALOG IS STILL WHERE ITS A HIDING
DRAGGING, DROOPING, DROPPING DRAWERS
OH WHAT A RELIEF WHEN PANTS HIT FLOOR
GRACES, SPACIOUS, OH WHAT A DESIGN
ONLY ONE SITTER WITH MY BUT IN MIND
THRILLER, CHILLER, OH MY SUBLIME
IF I MISS THE SEAT WILL THEY FIND ME IN TIME
MAGGOT'S, GAG IT'S, IT'S WHAT LIES BELOW
THE SMELL SO GROSS, IT BURNS YOUR NOSE
PRESSURE BUILDING BOTH CHEEKS ARE SMEARED
BURNING STEAMING WEEPING WIPING TEARS
GRIPPING, GRASPING, PRODDING NIMBLE FINGERS
SEARS NOT ROEBUCKS THE SMELL STILL LINGERS
CREEPING, CRAMPING, CRAWLING THINGS
MUST HAVE BEEN THOSE PINTO BEANS
CRAWLING, CRAMPING, CREEPING THINGS
MUST HAVE BEEN THOSE TURNIP GREENS
THE WORMS CRAWL IN THE WORMS CRAWL OUT
THE WORMS THEY CRAWL ALL ABOUT
FLOPPING, FLIPPING, FLUTTERING, WHISPERING CHILLS
MUST BE WINTER OUT HERE THIS TIME OF YEAR
REACHING, RAISING, RISING, FOREVER TALL
MY ASS REMOVED FROM MY FROZEN STALL
FRESH AIR, COLD AIR,THIN AIR, NO AIR
IT'S TIME TO LEAVE MY LITTLE WOODEN SQUARE
PANTS A RISING, KNEES A SHINING, SHOES A TYING
COLD BELT LOOPS, FINGERS HAVING TROUBLE FINDING
ROOSTERS CACKLING, BABY PIGS A SQUEALING
MY WARM BEDROOM BUNK, AT LAST IS YELLING
OH THEM DAYS OF YOUNGER BY GONE YEARS
HOW QUICK THEY COME, HOW FAST THEY DISAPPEAR
WITH MY MISSION DONE, WHEN I WAS YOUNG
IN THE LIFE OF MY FAMOUS OUTHOUSE RUN